Chapter 20
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When they were having breakfast the next day, they saw Aman Bodniev emerge from the morning mist coming from the mountains; the man walked with his slow but rhythmic pace. Without saying a word he sat with them waiting for his cup of tea. He didn't seem tired or sleepy.
"Hey Aman, we were worried about you." Exclaimed Irina.
"No need," replied the shaman.
The woman was going to insist, but a gesture from Jack held her back.
"As I thought they are Mongolian bandits," said the Siberian, as if he were continuing an unfinished academic discussion.
“How do you know, have you seen them?”
"Not them, but I did see the marks they left on the other side of the hills."
“What marks?”
“The footsteps of their horses, which they tied to some trees, t
